Domineering girls in parks and residential areas

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(I) The Domineering Pretty Girls in the Park
Once, I visited a park. This park consisted of two lakes of roughly the same size, called South Lake and North Lake. A bridge connected the two lakes, allowing passage underneath. Therefore, many people in the park went boating, as they could pass through the bridge arches to navigate to the other lake. Furthermore, the park's lakes were connected to the outside world; North Lake was connected to a river, and between North Lake and the river was a narrow, long wooden bridge, very close to the water's surface, almost touching it.
I entered the park from the north gate. When I arrived at the wooden bridge on the north side, I found it to be over ten meters long but less than a meter wide, only wide enough for one person to pass at a time. After walking about halfway across the bridge, I encountered ten pretty girls on the other side. They were all around 20 years old, all beautiful, dressed in colorful, fashionable clothes, each different from the others. However, they all wore canvas shoes, although the height of the boots and the color of the shoes varied. Some wore high-tops, some low-tops; some shoes were white, some black, some gray, some pink, some yellow, some blue, some patterned—the variety was endless. Some girls wore socks, some didn't; among those wearing socks, some wore ankle socks, some wore knee-high socks. They were truly a beautiful sight. Beautiful scenery combined with beautiful girls—it was beauty upon beauty!
However, I never expected that these very beauties would subject me to humiliation. I walked onto the bridge from different directions, and then we met in the middle. Only one person could pass at a time; it was a narrow encounter. I didn't want to turn back; I wanted to see how they would resolve the situation.
The pretty girl at the front, wearing blue ankle-highs and black knee-high socks, looked at me with a defiant gaze. I returned her gaze.
She said, "I have two ways for us to cross the bridge at the same time. You choose one?"
I asked, "What are the two ways?"
She grinned mischievously and said, "The first way is for you to kneel on the ground and crawl between our legs; that way, we can both cross the bridge. The second way is for you to lie on the ground, and we'll step over you."
I thought about it, and indeed, there was no other way. Besides, they're so pretty, it wouldn't be shameful for them to step over me or crawl between my legs. But I couldn't just agree to that; I had to maintain my composure.
I said, "Beautiful ladies, is there any other way? Neither of these two options seems quite right."
The pretty girl said, "There's no other way. You'd better choose one quickly, don't delay our fun."
At this point, I stopped being so reserved. I thought for
a moment and said, "You, you can step over me." The pretty girls cheered when they saw me obediently comply.
I lay on the bridge and said, "You can step over me now."
Then, the pretty girl in front stepped one foot on my back, then the other. I braced myself. Then, she stepped one foot on my thigh and the other on my other thigh. Next, she stepped onto the bridge, stepping over me.
I looked up to see the second pretty girl, only to find her stepping on my head.
"Behave yourself! Put your face on the bridge."
Then, I felt a foot step on my back, followed by another. I did as she asked, pressing my face against the bridge and not looking up. Suddenly, the pressure on my back increased as she lifted one foot and stepped onto my leg, putting all her weight on that one foot. Soon, the pressure on my back disappeared, and her feet stepped on my legs, then my legs relaxed as she stepped over me.
Next, one foot after another stepped on my back and thighs, the pressure and relief varying. It felt like a long time passed before they all stepped over me.
During this process, I inexplicably got an erection. Could being stepped on by beautiful women be exciting?
I tried to get up, but then a foot stepped on my thigh. I heard a girl's voice: "There's nothing to do on the other side of the bridge, we have to go back. You have to be our stepping stone again."
Hearing this, I felt inexplicably excited. I hurriedly said, "Okay, go ahead and step over." Then I pressed my face against the bridge surface. Next, one foot after another stepped on my thighs, buttocks, back, and head. After one foot came down from my back, the other foot first stepped on my head before placing the rest of their foot on my head.
After they had all stepped over me, I lay on the bridge surface, unwilling to get up; my penis was getting harder and harder. But I couldn't stay on the bridge forever, so I prepared to get up. Before I could even get up, I heard another girl's voice: "We thought about it, and we still have to go over. You have to be our carpet again."
I excitedly lay on the bridge surface, letting these pretty girls step over me one foot after another. When the last pretty girl's foot stepped on my buttocks, my penis rubbed against the bridge surface, and instantly, I ejaculated, a feeling of exhilarating pleasure.
I thought they were going to leave this time, but unexpectedly, they came back and stepped over me again. At first, they were looking for excuses, but later they didn't even bother with excuses anymore, just playing around stepping on me. Because I had just ejaculated, I wasn't as excited for a while afterward. But as they continued to stomp on me, I gradually became excited again. I ejaculated again when they stomped on me for the 12th time.
They stomped on me a total of 21 times, and I ejaculated three times. After they stomped on me for the 21st time, they felt they had had enough and stopped stomping on me, preparing to continue their game.
I wanted to continue being played with by them and didn't want them to leave now. I thought of a plan to deliberately provoke them, and once they were provoked, they would definitely come to play with me.
I shouted at their backs, "You bunch of bastards!"
They heard my shout and turned around; it seemed they were provoked.
A pretty girl wearing high-top canvas shoes stepped on my face, "You bitch, how dare you insult us!"
I said, "I'm sorry, I'm willing to accept your punishment."
The pretty girls discussed among themselves; some wanted me to kowtow to them, some wanted me to lick their shoes, and some wanted me to crawl between their legs. Finally, they agreed that I should kneel at their feet one by one, kowtowing ten times to each girl while calling them "Master"; then lick each of their shoes; and finally crawl between their legs.
I crawled to the feet of the prettiest girl in front and began kowtowing vigorously, devoutly calling out "Master" as I kowtowed. The pretty girl responded with a few "uh-huhs." After kowtowing, I pressed my face against her grey, low-top canvas shoes and began licking them carefully. Her shoes were beautiful, and I licked every part of the surface.
Next, I crawled between her legs to the feet of the second pretty girl. I kowtowed loudly to her, but she still felt it wasn't loud enough. I increased the force of my kowtows, so that my head ached, but I didn't care. As I kowtowed, I sincerely called her "Master." After kowtowing, I carefully licked her cream-colored, high-top canvas shoes.
Next, I crawled between her legs to the feet of the third pretty girl. I excitedly kowtowed to her, calling her "Master" passionately as I did so. Then, I carefully licked her pink low-top canvas shoes.
Next, I crawled between her legs to the feet of the fourth beautiful girl. I kowtowed to her again, calling her "Master." Then, I licked her cream-colored high-top canvas shoes.
Afterward, I crawled between her legs to the feet of the fifth beautiful girl, kowtowed and called her "Master," and licked her cream-colored low-top canvas shoes.
Then, I crawled between her legs to the feet of the sixth pretty girl, calling her "Master" and kowtowing before licking her black high-top canvas shoes.
Next, I crawled between her legs to the feet of the seventh pretty girl, calling her "Master" and kowtowing excitedly before licking her blue low-top canvas shoes.
I crawled between her legs to the feet of the eighth pretty girl, calling her "Master" and kowtowing vigorously before licking her floral low-top canvas shoes.
I crawled between her legs to the feet of the ninth pretty girl. "Master," I called excitedly, kowtowing vigorously before licking her floral high-top canvas shoes.
I crawled between her legs, crawled through, and then to the feet of the tenth pretty girl. I kowtowed, called her "Master," and licked her light blue low-top canvas shoes.
Throughout my kowtowing, licking shoes, and crawling between their legs, their laughter never stopped. They all said I was really shameless, a real lowly dog. They filmed this whole process.
My depravity fueled their desire to continue toying with me. They made me lie on the bridge and then stepped on me one by one. They had stepped on my back before, and now they were going to step on my front. They stepped on me repeatedly 20 times before stopping.
They felt they had had enough and prepared to leave and continue their tour. I also got scared and prepared to continue, even though I was a little reluctant to see them leave. Suddenly, a pretty girl turned around, took off her shoes and socks, crumpled the socks into a ball, and said with a smile, "Here's a souvenir for you!" I obediently opened my mouth, and she excitedly stuffed the socks into my mouth, deliberately pushing them in slowly. The other pretty girls laughed so hard they bent over, and filmed the whole thing.
With her socks in my mouth, I mumbled, "Master, please give me your XX method."
The pretty girl said, "Give me your phone number. I'll call you if I'm interested."
I gave her my number.
From then on, I was distracted during the rest of the tour.
A week later, I received a call from her, asking me to go online and send her the video from that day. When I received it, it was indeed the scene that had made my blood boil, and I ejaculated again.
After that, they frequently called me to invite me over to play with them, sometimes with several people, but mostly with just one or two. For the next four years, I was frequently played with by them. They would also invite me to that wooden bridge every three months to play with me together. In April, they all wore canvas shoes; in July, they all wore sandals; in October, they all wore high heels; and in January, they all wore boots.
When they wore sandals, I could kneel at their feet and lick their feet. Their sandals were colorful and varied in style, but all were very beautiful. Since I couldn't name all the styles, I could only roughly categorize them: various kinds of slippers and various kinds of strappy sandals. I would stick my tongue between their sandals and toes, rubbing it back and forth. Or I would put their bare toes in my mouth and suck on them. When I crawled at their feet like a reptile, or lay on my knees, all I could see were sandals and delicate feet—a veritable jungle of beautiful shoes and tender toes! I even used my mouth to remove their sandals and then frantically licked them. They would often toss their sandals aside, making me crawl over and fetch them.
When they were wearing canvas shoes, at one end of the bridge, I would use my mouth to remove their shoes and socks, and then they would ride on my back to the other side. They would sit on a bench at the other end of the bridge, and I would be responsible for transporting their shoes and socks there. I would carry their socks and shoes in my mouth, crawling to the other side of the bridge, putting their shoes and socks back on the pretty girl with my mouth, and then crawling over to fetch the shoes and socks of another pretty girl. Then I would crawl over again to fetch the shoes and socks of yet another pretty girl.
On the bridge, the scene of meeting on a narrow path continued to repeat itself. Sometimes they stepped over me, and I would either lie or crawl on the bridge surface; sometimes I would crawl between their legs like a dog; sometimes I would crawl under their feet like a reptile; sometimes I would kneel on the ground, and they would step over my head.
(II) The domineering pretty girl in the neighborhood
One afternoon in July, I went to a high-end neighborhood to do sales. It went smoothly, and I finished selling by four o'clock. I wanted to rest for a while on a bench by the path in the neighborhood park. At this time, I saw three beautiful women on a bench diagonally opposite me. One of them was walking a small dog. They were both young, around 20 years old, very beautiful, and about 1.7 meters tall. Later, I learned that they were students of a famous university in the city, and their families were very wealthy. One of them was wearing a yellow t-shirt, white capri pants, and flip-flops; the other wore a white t-shirt, light blue jeans, and black flat sandals; the girl walking the dog wore a pink t-shirt, white trousers, white sneakers, and white cotton socks. It was quite a sight.
Just then, the girl in the sneakers laughed and said to the other two girls, "Let's make a bet. I can make this person kneel at my feet and lick my shoes in a very short time." "No way!" the other two girls laughed. "Do you believe me? You don't, but I do. How about this: if I do it, you treat me to lunch tomorrow morning; if I don't, I treat you to lunch, okay?" "Okay! Let's do it!" The two girls were quite excited too.
"Hey, come here for a second." At first, I didn't know she was calling me, so I didn't move. She called again, and I said, "Is she calling me?" "Yes, it's you, come here for a second," the girl said with a smile. I walked over and stood in front of them. "My shoes are dirty, could you please lick them for me?" She actually made such an unreasonable request. I couldn't save face and refused. "Don't you really want to lick them?" Her soft voice was incredibly menacing. I didn't know what to do for a moment. "Kneel down!" she shouted. I lost all sense of self and knelt down at her feet with a thud. "Hahahaha," the girl in casual shoes laughed loudly, "How about that, you knelt down in less than a minute." The two girls were surprised, not expecting the girl in casual shoes to make me kneel at her feet so quickly.
The girl in flip-flops was still unconvinced and said, "She hasn't licked them yet." "Don't rush, let her lick them." The girl in casual shoes turned to me and said, "My shoes have a bit of dust on them, could you lick them clean?" I was still a little hesitant, but then I heard the girl in casual shoes deliberately feign a pleading tone and say, "Please, please do me a favor, lick my shoes clean." The other two girls laughed non-stop. I completely lost myself and put my face on her shoes and started licking. Actually, her shoes were quite clean, with not much dust. After licking for about ten minutes, she hooked my chin with her toes and said, "My socks are a little dirty too, can you lick them again?" Hearing that sweet, soft voice, I had no resistance whatsoever and obediently did as she asked.
"No hands. Remember, you can only take off a girl's shoes with your mouth." I obediently pressed my mouth to her shoe, first untying the laces, then forcefully pulling the shoe off. "Smell them first, do they smell good?" "Yes, they smell better than flowers," I flattered. The three girls laughed so hard they bent over. The girl in flat sandals said contemptuously, "You're so cheap, even cheaper than a dog." "Since they smell so good, smell them a little longer. Enjoy it slowly," the girl in casual shoes sneered. I inhaled deeply the scent of her white cotton socks. Although the socks looked clean, wearing such white cotton socks in the summer must have a strong smell. I inhaled the intense aroma with rapt attention.
The three of them chatted and laughed above. “We lost, we’ll treat you to dinner tomorrow. Now I want to play with her too,” said the girl in flip-flops. “Me too,” said the girl in flat sandals, laughing beside her. “Okay, wait a minute, you can play in a bit,” said the girl in casual shoes. Then she said to me, “My feet are a little hot, can you lick them?” She laughed loudly, and the girls in flip-flops and flat sandals giggled too. I was now a dog at her feet, completely under her control. I slowly took off her socks bit by bit with my mouth, which took a full five minutes.
"Alright, start licking," the girl in casual shoes commanded. These were truly a pair of incredibly beautiful feet. Full, smooth, white, and soft, I was incredibly tempted. I shoved her left foot into my mouth, most of it inside, my cheeks bulging. They all laughed uncontrollably at the sight. Wearing socks in such hot weather, her feet smelled quite strong, and I was intoxicated by the aroma. My lips sucked on each toe, my tongue roamed between them, the tip constantly rubbing between her toes, my teeth gently nibbling at them. Then my tongue wandered to the soles, insteps, backs, and ankles, licking her feet until they were dripping wet. I licked both feet for a full half hour.
The other two girls couldn't sit still any longer and clamored for me to lick them too. They stretched their feet out in front of me, but I was so engrossed in licking the girl in casual shoes' feet that I didn't have time to pay attention. At that moment, I wished I had three mouths. The girl in the casual shoes felt incredibly comfortable as I licked her feet. Finally, she pulled her feet back and said, "Lick their feet too." They stretched their feet in front of my mouth. I held the girl in the flip-flops with one hand and the girl in the flat sandals with the other, licking their feet and shoes together without even taking off their sandals. I put each of their toes in my mouth and slipped my tongue between their delicate feet and sandals. Because of the heat, their feet were sweaty, which was like nectar to me. I savored it with great eagerness; it was a truly wonderful experience. Their other feet were on my head. As I licked, I gradually entered a state of ecstasy. Everything around me ceased to exist. Without realizing it, I used my mouth to take off their shoes and stuffed their feet into my mouth to savor them carefully. Their feet were wet from my licking, and there were even my teeth marks on them.
I don't know how much time passed, but the girl in casual shoes said, "Let him lick this far for now. There's more to come." The girl in flip-flops and the girl in flat sandals pulled her feet back. I was licking happily when suddenly two feet disappeared from my sight. I wasn't done yet, so I grabbed their sandals and frantically licked them. I licked with great relish, cleaning their sandals spotless. Their feet felt incredibly comfortable after I licked them clean, and putting on their clean sandals felt wonderful. My penis swelled to its limit and I became erect. They saw me, and the girl in flat sandals laughed and said, "Useless, you're done already."
"Okay, stop licking, put them on for us," the girl in flip-flops said. So I picked up her sandals and put them on for her, then picked up the girl in flat sandals and put them on for her. After that, I picked up the girl in casual shoes' white cotton socks and tried to put them on for her. She said, "No need, these socks are yours. Put them in your mouth and savor them." I couldn't wait to swallow her two white cotton socks and savor them. The taste was indescribably good.
"How does it taste?" the girl in casual shoes asked me. With the socks in my mouth, I couldn't speak, only nod. The three of them laughed again at my appearance. "While you're savoring my socks, kowtow to us," the girl in casual shoes commanded. I obediently crawled to the girl in casual shoes' feet and began to kowtow on the stone ground. "Harder, I can't hear you." So I kowtowed even harder, making a loud thud. I don't know how many times I kowtowed, but I heard the girl in flip-flops say, "Crawl over here and kowtow to me dozens of times too." So I crawled to her feet and began to kowtow to her. "Why isn't it as loud as before? Harder." My head was really sore from kowtowing, but I still obeyed her command and kowtowed to her with all my might. After kowtowing for a while, at their command, I crawled back to the girl in flat sandals and started kowtowing again. I didn't have the strength left, and my forehead ached from the banging, but I still kowtowed to her with all my might.
"Alright, get up," the girl in flat sandals commanded. I lifted my head, still kneeling at their feet, with the girl in casual shoes' white cotton sock still in my mouth. The girl in casual shoes made me open my mouth, and she used her toes to pull the white cotton sock out of my mouth. I thought they had almost finished playing and were about to end it, but who knew that was just the beginning, and there were more activities to come.
I listened to what they were saying upstairs. Then the girl in casual shoes told me that there would be a foot-licking contest. I thought, how can I, a foot slave, participate in a contest? The girl in casual shoes looked at me with a wicked smile and said, "You and my dog will have a foot-licking contest, each licking one of our three feet. We will be the judges. We will score you. The maximum score is ten, and the lowest score is zero." Good heavens! She actually made me participate in a foot-licking contest with her dog. Wasn't I her dog too? Actually, I was already their dog. Both they and I considered me their dog.
The girl in flat sandals explained the rules for the foot-licking contest: 1. I would lick their right feet, and the puppy would lick their left feet. 2. Each of them would lick feet for ten minutes. 3. The winner would be rewarded; the loser would be punished.
The contest began: I would lick the girl in casual shoes first. At her command, I knelt down and licked her right foot like a dog, while her puppy obediently licked her left. This dog, which had initially watched me curiously as I licked the beautiful girl's feet, later seemed quite jealous; it seemed to be a fan of beautiful feet, just like me. The two of us licked below, while the three of them giggled above. Then the girl in flat sandals called out, as if suddenly remembering something. Sure enough, she took out her camera from her bag and snapped pictures of me and the puppy competing in the foot-licking contest. Then the three of them burst into laughter.
So, I licked the feet of the girl in casual shoes, then the girl in flat sandals, and finally the girl in flip-flops. They documented each of our licking moments with their cameras. Thirty minutes later, the competition finally ended. They gave us our scores: the girl in casual shoes: me 8 points, the dog 9 points; the girl in flat sandals: me 9 points, the dog 9 points; the girl in flip-flops: me 8 points, the dog 8 points. In the end, I scored one point lower than the dog.
The dog received a candy reward and wagged its tail happily. I, however, was about to be punished. "You lost, so you'll be punished. Don't blame us; blame your own lack of skill. You need to practice more; we'll train you often. But now you're going to be punished. What do you say you'll do?" the girl in casual shoes said excitedly.
"I'll kowtow to you all," I said.
"No, kowtowing is too light," the girl in flip-flops said.
"Then what should I do?" I asked, at a loss.
“Look how chubby he is, it must be really comfortable to step on. Let’s play around with him,” said the girl in casual shoes.
“Great!” both the girl in flat sandals and the girl in flip-flops clapped in agreement.
At their command, I put shoes on the girl in casual shoes with my mouth, then lay down on the grass. They stood up and stepped on me. The girl in casual shoes stepped on my face, stomping hard, leaving clear imprints of her soles. The girl in flat sandals stepped on my chest, and the girl in flip-flops stepped on my genitals, both with considerable force. I could hardly breathe, it was extremely difficult to breathe. Seeing that I was almost crushed, they got down and stepped on me with one foot. My face flipped over, one side facing up and the other side pressed against the ground. The girl in casual shoes stomped hard on my face, the lower part of my face was crushed into the mud, while the upper part of my face bore the deep imprint of her sole. The girl in flip-flops continued to step on my genitals, making me explode again. The girl in flat sandals unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, then slipped her foot inside, leaving her shoe prints all over my chest and stomach.
They got more and more excited as they played, kicking harder and harder. Especially the girl in casual shoes; it looked like if the ground was soft, she'd stomp my head into the mud. Then she started kicking, kicking my face. The girl in flat sandals and the girl in flip-flops joined in, but sandals weren't convenient. As they kicked, their shoes flew off to the side. Seeing this, the girl in flat sandals had a new idea, told the other two girls, and they both laughed and agreed.
They made me compete with the dog again. I had to fetch my sandals, and the dog had to fetch my toes. The first one to bring them back was the winner. I was only allowed to crawl, not walk. How could I possibly crawl past the dog? Before I even reached it, the dog had already brought the sandals back. "You're so clumsy, you're not even as good as a dog!" "Yeah, not even as good as a dog!" "Looks like we need to give him a dog name so he'll crawl faster." They chatted and laughed. In the end, they named me "Doggy." The girl in the casual shoes named her dog "Baby."
Next, the girl in the flat sandals commanded, "Baby, crawl over and lick my feet." Baby obediently crawled to the girl in the sandals. "Doggy, crawl over and lick my feet," the girl in the flip-flops commanded. I quickly crawled over and, like Baby, started licking her feet. The girl in the casual shoes chuckled and took close-up photos of us.
After licking for a while, they tossed the shoes aside and made us fetch them again. This happened nearly 10 times, and each time I lost to Baby. The baby looked at me smugly, as if to say, "You're not even as good as me."
The girl in casual shoes stepped on my head and said, "The puppy is crawling too slowly. We need to train it more. We should strive to get it to the baby's level within three months." She stomped down hard, burying my face in the grass.
Before I knew it, three hours had passed; it was already seven o'clock, and it was dark. They stopped playing with me and asked for my phone number, demanding I be available at their beck and call. I kowtowed in agreement. Before leaving, I kowtowed ten times to each of them.
"Here's my sock for you. Put it in your mouth now, and don't take it out for two hours. Put it back in after dinner, and don't take it out before breakfast the next day," the girl in casual shoes commanded. "Otherwise, you'll be in trouble." Although they couldn't know if I was still holding her sock after they left, out of reverence for them, I kept it in my mouth. While waiting for the bus and riding it, I kept it in my mouth the whole time. Luckily, it was a coin-operated bus, so I didn't have to talk, otherwise it would have been very embarrassing. Even so, the two girls next to me were very curious about my bulging cheeks. I was hoping we'd reach our stop quickly. The journey wasn't long, only half an hour. After getting home, I kept her sock in my mouth while cooking in the kitchen. After the food was finished, there was still half an hour before her designated time, so I didn't dare eat. Only when the time came did I take out her sock and start eating. After finishing my meal, I brushed my teeth and then put her white cotton sock in my mouth again to taste it.

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